It had all started a year ago in a moment of weakness when she had sex with her best friend's husband. They had been flirting with each other for a while. Then one day they found themselves alone when he innocently came by on an errand for his wife. It happened fast, right there in her kitchen, but it was good. When he left that first time, Nancy felt a slight trickle of guilt. The gorgeous 41 year old mother of two, Nancy definitely did not want to lose her husband and her family. But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it again. During the next year they met for quick bouts of sex. Sometimes it happened at her house, other times they drove to a secluded place. It was always risky, but she couldn't shake the desire. One day he asked her if she had ever played around with another girl. Nancy didn't want to admit it to him but she couldn't help it. She told him that she had done things with a girlfriend when she was in high school. She also admitted to him that she had fantasized about doing it again. He never mentioned it again until tonight........
This was the first night that they didn't have to be quick. It was a Sunday night and Nancy's husband had left earlier that day on business. Her son and daughter were both sleeping over at friends houses. When he came over he grabbed her and tongue kissed her deeper than he ever had before. Nancy could see the lust in his eyes. They locked the front door and made their way to her bedroom. He stood behind her and began undressing her. He took off her blouse and then unzipped and slid off her skirt. At his request Nancy was wearing her black lace panties and bra along with a pair of black thigh highs and high heels. He stayed behind her and slowly felt her body with his hands as he kissed her neck. Nancy felt herself melting for him. She was so ready for her turn to undress him. He moved his hands up her hips and to her chest. Nancy leaned her head back on his shoulder and he began to remove her bra. Nancy came out of her trance when she felt him grab her wrists and pulled them behind her. Then she suddenly felt her bra being wrapped around her wrists. She started to turn and say something but he tightened the bra and tied it in place. "Ssssshhhh....don't worry Nancy.....this might be fun...." he whispered in her ear.
Nancy had fantasied about being tied up and decided not to protest. She thought that if she became uncomfortable, he would untie her. She then watched as he walked over to the side of her bed and picked up a pair of her black pantyhose off of the floor. She had worn the pantyhose to church that morning. Walking behind her again she watched as her world went dark when the pantyhose came up over her eyes and was tied in place. This was such a new experience for her. Nancy again started to say something but felt his hand cover her mouth. "Shhhhhhhhhhh......don't say anything.....we need to be quiet....." Nancy wasn't sure why they had to be quiet but she stayed silent. The feelings of panic mixed with feelings of excitement at the thought of submitting to him. He was definitely in control now, but she trusted him. He touched her again, sliding his fingers inside the waist of her lace panties. Slowly he slid her panties down over her hips, down her thighs, and over her ankles. The sensation of him doing this while she was blindfolded was amazing. "Kneel down Nancy" he said to her as he carefully pushed her down by her shoulders. Nancy kneeled and thought she would soon be sucking him. He loved it when she sucked him. She had sucked him at the edge of her bed before. But wait, she thought, why didn't he let her undress him first? Then he spoke, "Don't move and inch and be really quiet. Ok?? I need to run down and do something real quick."
Nancy was so confused. What could he possibly be up to? Now she was curious. Did he forget to lock the door? Did he forget a condom? Maybe he was getting whipped cream and chocolate out of the refrigerator? Why do I need to be so quiet? She listened carefully as he walked out of her bedroom and quietly shut the door. Since she was blindfolded, she concentrated on every sound. She heard him walk down the stairs. Was that the back door she heard open? That was strange. She waited for more sounds. She heard a door close. But why the back door? Over the next minute she heard an occasional muffled sound coming from down stairs. What could he be doing? Nancy was about to stand up when she suddenly hear him walking up the stairs. She kneeled there listening. He was walking slow. She could hear his footsteps down the hallway to her door. His footsteps sounded different, but she couldn't figure it out. Then she heard her bedroom door open. Nancy reactively took in a deep breath. She was so nervous, but so excited. He heard him walk behind her and bend down.